Personal Narrative Essay: The Scarlett's Story

Comparing Hope Leslie or Early Times in Massachusetts and The Scarlett Letter is interesting because at first glance both novels don’t appear to have much in common aside from having a female protagonist and taking place within Puritan society of early America. (keep but not as first sentence). However, despite obvious differences between both novels such as the character presentation of the female protagonists in Hope Leslie who range from the free-spirited Hope Leslie, obedient Puritan Esther, and character of Magawisca as a noble but proud Native American contrasts with the Hester Prynne’s presentation as a shamed but deeply contemplative woman in The Scarlett Letter. The different purposes all these characters each serve in their respective stories begins to show commonality in that Hope Leslie’s Hope, Esther, and Magawisca and The Scarlett Letter’s Hester Prynne all have to overcome the adversity and social expectations with Puritan society so they can follow their hearts and do what they feel is right by relying on their wit, intelligence, and inner strength. By examining how both Hope Leslie and Hester Prynne overcome the challenges they face in their respective Puritain socities it will be easier to observe how these novels presentation of their female protagonist illustrates the gender politics of each text.

I come from a place of proud people and independence; a place of worn church houses and of tear stained Bibles. I come from a place of shackles and chains made of coal that held my people in slavery and subjugation; a place of used needles and broken hearts. I come from Appalachia, and I will be heard. My roots run deep within me connecting me to the mountains where I was born. In my times of trials and tribulations. I look back to my roots and the people who worked so hard to get me to where I am. I find hope In those memories, they give me the strength to persevere and work towards my goals.

Summer of 1994. New York City smelled no different than hot rat piss and looked accordingly. Fresh off my 15th birthday and wandering the Brooklyn streets with Hakeem, we followed the music wherever it played. Our community cherished music through constant airplay. Anyone with loud speakers, either in their car, apartment, or boombox, blared any of the anthems from the future greats. Whether it's Nas, Wu-Tang, Biggie, or Tribe, the list is blissfully endless. Hakeem’s brother, a well-connected music promoter, gave Hakeem two tickets to this secret show he was putting on for Ice Cube, who, despite being the first notable west coast rapper, carries a rage within him that the east coast entirely recognizes.

Marina Carter was ready to take back her life. She deserved more in life than a loveless relationship and a cheating fiancé’. Without a thought, she packed her bags and escaped far away to a private island to plan her new life. Sun, fresh air, and sandy beaches proved to be just what she needed.

Valentina woke up as always in her small town in Mexico. She got dressed and went outside to get some fresh fruits and vegetables when she was outside she saw her father Pablo feeding the cows. When she entered her home, she started cooking the beans and tortillas. Jose and Angel came downstairs to eat breakfast. When they finished breakfast they headed to school. Valentina started cleaning her home and that's when she saw her father talking to military men. Her mother, Maria asked her “What is your father doing with those men Valentina?” Valentina answered to her mother “I don’t know mother”. Then all of a sudden they heard a BOOM and saw her father on the ground. Valentina and her mother started running upstairs,

Charlotte Conway thought she was in love with David Hunt, putting up with all his sexual idiosyncrasies, and obeying his every whim. However, David wanted rid of her and called his half brother Gideon to do his dirty work and pick up the mess.

My mom always told me she felt comfortable in her dented-but-charming 2011 black Toyota Camry. I’ve never bought into the notion that a car could be a sanctuary, but she thinks of her car as a second home. She grew up in the San Fernando Valley of the 1980s, a mall-centric autotopia, so it makes sense. But, at twenty years old, it’s not the sort of mentality that I’ve grown to share.

A fabulous morning spent with the Evans family, Wirral, celebrating the arrival of baby James

Today my heart was over joyed as I left Anaselie. She was in a much better mood this week. When I first got to her class the first thing I noticed there was a sub today, the sub asked for help with the presentation she was to show to the class today, while the girl who also meets at her book buddy was helping the sub. I walked around the classroom, looking at what the students were working on. They were labeling different things you would find in the classroom; all the students had finished labeling and were coloring. Except Anaselie, she was coloring but her labeling was not legible at all. It looked like scribbles. This hurt my heart a little bit; I just don’t understand why a parent would neglect their child’s education. This is something

During my observations of the object and person inside of my house I was able to deduce a lot of information about the object and about the person who I was investigating. When my dad had came home from work on the 7th of September, it was easily that he had worked a lot during the day. A few of the simple facts seen was that for one, part of his shirt was ripped showing that he must have been doing something along the lines of lifting something heavy and it had gotten too close and ripped through his shirt. Also, on his right middle finger was a small bandage suggesting some type of injury that I hadn’t seen before. The finger was also seen to have some old blood around the side of it, in which I had seen this during our dinner encounter for the night in which he had to replace the bandage he had put on it.

When the camp speaker reminded the campers to thank the leaders, I didn’t expect anyone to thank me. However, Eliza did. I knew Eliza from school and I was super excited to be her junior counselor. However, the first night, despite her normal talkative persona Eliza was uncharacteristically quiet and went to bed long before lights out.

"When he opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, 'Come' And out came another horse, bright red. Its rider was permitted to take peace from the earth, so that people should slay one another, and he was given a great sword" (Revelation 6:3-4) That was the quote my brother always said, he attributed it to our father. I never understood why until I turned ten, that was when the verse was burned in the back of my mind for the rest of my life.

Hi my, name is Sheila I’m 26 now and I’m writing a letter to Torey, and how she helped me through the tough times and changed me. When I first got into Torey's class I was scared, and shy. Torey welcomed me into the class, even after my past she held me when all the other kids made fun of my smell. Torey would take me into the bathroom and wash me and clean my clothes so that the kids wouldn't make fun of me anymore. I didn't want Torey to leave me like my mama did with Jimmie.

The novel The Scarlet Letter is a world renown piece of literature. It’s plot and story line gives the reader a sense of being in that time period with the characters. Nathaniel Hawthorne does a extraordinary job at showing the significance of recurring events in this novel. The scaffold scenes are repeated to show the significance of the sin of Hester Prynne and Mr. Dimmesdale. This is significant in many ways, to show how Hester Prynne must suffer for the rest of her life because of having premarital sex and having a child. Nathaniel Hawthorne chose these scenes to show powerful similarities and differences. Each one that occurs, relates to each other. It's still the same pain and suffering. These scenes are also so significant because of how it brings the main characters together where they all eventually divide their attention to the scarlet letter on Hester Prynne’s bosom.

It is crazy how people can twist the truth. It is crazy how a good guy can be made into a villain, and how a monster can be pictured as a prince. I’m sure by now you have heard the story of Beauty and the Beast, but you haven’t heard the truth, not even close. That fake junk they tell in story books was all flat out lie, and I’m here to set the story straight.